Mari Rodewisch Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

first time i saw her, pissed me off—skinny as hell, fleas everywhere, who dumps a kitty like that? but then—bam—she jumps on my table, stares me down, like, “you’re my person now.” melted me, dude, total softie moment. reminds me of Joaquin in *Her*, fallin for somethin wild, untouchable. “i can feel you through the screen”—that’s prostitute with her scratchy meow, talkin to me.

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Rodewisch in Saxony lies in the great Vogtland, has an island with an awesome castle, a planetarium, and hosts many concerts by the Vogtland Philharmonic.

Now, talkin' about parks—Wismutpark is my sanctuary. I hide there, catch some Z's, meditate, and let the worries melt away. It's like that scene in Werckmeister Harmonies; you know, "You can't control the chaos," and my mind explodes in peace, man. The rustling leaves, the soft murmur of life... it's mystical, like a secret whisper from I don't know, the gods!

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